I said “i am good maam”. She said “don’t be so formal we have not yet started our act”.Then she gave a me a script to read and said read thi... and see if it is ok for you to be like this. I will go to the kitchen to get some juice for you.There was a story about where I was also supposed to behave like that guy in the story I read the entire story and was bit uncomfortable. I am sure that she prepared the story and wanted that same experience, in the meantime she came there with a glass of juice. I move up to you as you spread your legs and invite me in. We start to make out, our tongues struggling for the right to dive into the others mouth. I lean in to you and feel your breasts mashed against my chest, as my hands grab you by the ass and pull your entire body to me. I take my left hand off your ass and slide it under your sweater and start to play with your right breast, pulling on your always hard nipple. Our lips separate and your tongue slides down my neck and you start to bite. Don’t tell me you don’t frig yourself off.”“Frig?”“You’re not joking, are you?”“Immy,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Immy got off the bed and came over to me and took both my hands in hers.“Mum, how do you cum?”“Cum?” I said. “I don’t. Women don’t.”“Where on Earth did you get that idea?”I wondered just where I did get that idea? I was brought up with it. My mother! She had drummed it into me that little girls weren’t supposed to like that…..Yes! I remembered. She’d. " I blushed and followed him inside.He showed how a dark dingy basement could be transformed into a very comfortable living room in an existing home. He poured two glasses of iced tea and said his wife was working in the back yard. We could see her through the cellar window. As he talked, my attention wandered to the object of all my fantasies. I could see the outline of a rising huge black cock muscle in his shorts, and I could not help staring at the anticipated growing hard-on. Fred sensed.